Bel. Come you back, sirrah. [Stops him.] Think yourselves as safe as in a sanctuary; only keep quiet, whatever happens.
Jac. Come away then, they are upon us.
[Exeunt all but Bel. and Mask.
Mask. Hark, I hear the foe coming: Methinks they threaten too, sir; pray let me go in for a guard to the ladies and poor Beatrix. I can fight much better, when there is a wall betwixt me and danger.
Bel. Peace, I have occasion for your wit to help me to lie.
Mask. Sir, upon the faith of a sinner, you have had my last lie already; I have not one more to do me credit, as I hope to be saved, sir.
Bel. Victoire, victoire! knock under, you rogue, and confess me conqueror, and you shall see I'll bring all off.
Enter Don Alonzo, and six Servants; with lights, and swords drawn.
Alon. Search about there.
Bel. Fear nothing, do but vouch what I shall say.
Mask. For a passive lie I can yet do something.